"No use standing here in the rain when we can do no good." We had been up nearly twenty-one hours since our last nap.

Sleep will have its tribute, even in the face of danger.

Hastily flinging off our wet coats, we lay down.

The wind and rain wailed among the rigging above.

_Chuck-chock, chock-chuck_, went the waves under the stern; while every few minutes a heavy jarring _bump_, followed by a long raspy _grind_ along the side, told of the icy processions floating past.